Streets of Eden

Happily jumping inside the Devil's mouth, dodging his teeth snatching delicacies of destruction to feed on. You know, Apples from Eden bloom year-round in concrete soil fertilized with bloodshed. The low hanging fruit comes without bruises. It usually lands in someone's hungry hands before decomposition gets an invitation… So this way of life lives on finding a replacement to bleed because The Game can't sacrifice anything that resurrected. It feeds on broken and happy lives with silent voids emitting a frequency that can circumvent a circle.